When

< Leah Altukhova



When I'm blind when weakened hands,
You probably just me staying alone.
I can not condemn you for this meal,
you freestyle, and I'm just the ashes from the fire.

I do not undertake to continue to be a prisoner in the wild.
For someone to be more tender and create a paradise.
We all grieve for what has been done, but Bole
that has not come true, we somehow pity.

I drank a lot of wine, I have known many women,
Mostly I was rude and did not consider the loss.
My term has already expired, I'll soon be forever,
Temple turned gray, my, what are you to me now?

When my eyes will not see the light,
I'll let you go on all four again.
And in the memory of your stay silhouette
the one who learned the last love.